La Poule is the triumph of self delusion, she’s a dangerously unstable mix of abandoned Norma Desmond, a soupcon of young gifted Streisand some hefty dollops of Little Eddie from Grey Gardens, all folded into the fragile body of a falling apart Minnelli it’s a heady frothy explosive intoxicating stunning slow-mo car crash mix of ego, talent and style collapsing like a soufflé when the oven of reality has been opened too fast.